I Didn't Promise (Chara x Frisk)

9. Basements Suck

-Sans' POV-
I looked at that little rat tied to the chair with disgust clearly evident on my face, as he sneered back at me. "Why are you doing this crap, Sans?" he asked, donning a sick smile, "What, afraid something's going to happen to your brother again? It's not like I've done anything in the past, right?" he taunted.

I just stepped back, wound up, and punched the brat in the face. "H-hey! What the hell was that?" he shouted, clearly in pain, as a mark began to appear on his jaw. "*that's gonna bruise, ya' know." I taunted back.

"*now, down to business," I leant in closer, "*what, the hell, are you doing here, brat, and with Frisk, no less? and how did you get your wretched body back, scum? and is toriel alright? and-" he cut me off, "That's a lot of questions, Sansy. Now, let me think... getting annoyed, dunno, and what else? Magic!" he mused. "*what are you talking about?" I asked? "Well, you wanted your questions answered, right? Or was I mistaken. Aww, did I make little Sansy-boy angry, now did I? What a shame. I was hoping to have a perfectly civil conversation, involving me killing you and everything you've ever loved. Again. Sounds good, right? But no, you just had to go and ruin it all. How rude of you. And to a guest, no less!" he scoffed. "Ya know, Frisk'll be getting worried about our whereabouts right about... now-ish." he said just as I heard Frisk shouting from upstairs.

"*alright, prick. you win this time. but, keep in mind, you're not, no, never safe." I said. "Yeah yeah, whatever, let's go" he hurried on impatiently. I untied him, and teleported back upstairs.